The Changelings

Ere the waves splashed onto the shore
And gushed forth across the mud,
A lens grew misty
A pair of hands shook
And the camera fell with a thud!

A few precious memories lost forever
Meant to be cherished lifelong;
Before the eyes
Of an unnoticing crowd
Was trampled an artist’s last song.

The busy sphere goes around on its toes
Dragging us by the tail;
A moment’s pause
Might prove fatal
For none are prepared to fail.

Oftentimes we may pause to think
What were we created for?
To stay alive
Or to keep alive
What nurtures us for this war!

But then again the rebukes flow
From quarters one and all;
We cease to pause
As the engine starts,
Our minds tucked in under a pall.

The waves roll on as they did
But less space trees occupy,
Cold eyes replace
The caring ones
As now all aim to reach the sky.